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Mar 2010
The sound invades my audio waves,
Distorting the tension,
Erasing the lines
Between the drudgery and the constant,
The eternal struggle and daily events.
Iā€™m blind.
Utterly confused and
Sans serif.
A matter of happenstance.
Degradation of mental cells
Imaginary particles, dancing.
Vibrating in one big **** of a dream.
Copyright 2010 Monica Figueroa
Monica Figueroa
Written by
Monica Figueroa  United States
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